My Death God Roommate

Several people stayed in Guanerzhou for another two days, and after handling the follow-up matters, it was very close to the Zhongyuan Festival.

At breakfast one day, Mu Rong, who seemed absent-minded during the whole process, saw that Sangtong had almost eaten, put down his chopsticks, and said softly: "There are still a few days before the Zhongyuan Festival, should we set off to Jiuhua Mountain? ?"

Zeng Tianhan threw the chopsticks so much that it was neither heavy nor light: "Li Hanchu's matter is solved, but I still have one thing in my hand for Sangtong to help me. She has already agreed?"

"Yes, this is my job. I have promised Zeng Tianhan to help."

Mu Rong lowered his eyes: "Oh, then you can wait until you are finished... as long as you can catch up." After speaking, he left lonely.

Su Sifang's always calm face showed an unpleasant look for the first time. She stared at Sang Tong, and just as she was about to persuade her, Sang Yu pushed the bowl: "Sister Tongtong, are you and Zeng Tianhan a bit too much? "

Sang Tong was startled: "What happened to us?"

"Why are you targeting Mu Rong like this? Just because one thing did not meet your requirements, do you want to do this? Just because of this one thing, you negated all the good things in others? And this time we originally His plan was to go to Jiuhua Mountain, and it was unexpected to stop in Guanerzhou."

Intellectually, Sang Tong had agreed with Sang Yu's words, but his mouth did not obey, and said: "She was the only one who was able to move at the time. Her inaction almost killed you."

Sang Yu looked at Sang Tong disappointedly: "If it hadn't been for Mu Rong, my life would have been accounted for long ago, why would I have come to Guanerzhou? How did her hands make it? How did the chains on her body come from? She violated the following instructions and didn't hook my soul? Sister Tongtong, think about it, put aside this, how much Mu Rong has done for us, has she asked for anything in return? She is a human, not a god, She has limited ability, she has tried her best to do her best. Why are you so harsh? How can you turn black and white on the right and wrong? This is what you promised Mu Rong, but now you suddenly say that, you weren’t the same as before. Like this." Sang Yu got up and left.

Looking at Sang Yu's back, Sang Tong opened her mouth, trying to explain to her that she didn't think so.

This thought had just flashed, and immediately another dark voice denied it.

"That's what I think. Yu Wa'er is the one I have been caring for for fifteen years on the cusp of my heart. Mu Rong's mistake almost killed Sang Yu, which is unforgivable."

Su Sifang closed his eyes with his hands folded and chanted: "Amitabha Buddha."

Under Sang Yu's "urging", Sang Tong traveled with his original promise and agreed with Zeng Tianhan: After working on Jiuhua Mountain, he will come to Guanerzhou again when he returns, and he will return to the Northeast after handling this matter.

The next day, Sang Tong booked the earliest flight to Jiuhua Mountain.

According to legend, it was once the dojo of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the roots of Jiuhua Mountain lead directly to the netherworld.

On the occasion of the opening of the ghost gate on the Mid-Year Festival, casting spells here can be channeled to the Tiewei Mountain, where Mu Rong's mother is serving the sentence.

There is an anonymous temple on Jiuhua Mountain, and the four of them temporarily borrowed from this temple.

The main hall enshrines the golden body image of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Outside the hall is a rectangular square. At the end of the square is an old tree covered with red ropes, and there is a well under the tree.

The Jimin monks in this unknown temple eat the water from this well on weekdays.

On the day of Zhongyuan Festival, Sang Tong set up a divine case in front of the well. The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the reflection of the moon was reflected in the well.

Sang Tong burned incense and said a spell to the mouth of the well, and said to Mu Rong: "You can see your mother..."

Mu Rong rushed to the side of the well, holding the cold stone at the mouth of the well, poked his entire head in, and a moment later, he heard, "Mom."

Sang Tong looked up at the moon in the sky and said, "The length of this meeting is determined by the heavens. When the reflection of the moon cannot be fully revealed in the well, your mother's figure will disappear."

Several people returned to their rooms, and Mu Rongqiang's self-depressing sobbing echoed in the courtyard.

No one knows how long Mu Rong and her mother met after sixteen years.

No one came out that night, and even the monks in the temple stayed in their rooms for evening classes, leaving the courtyard to Murong alone.

Mu Rong sat by the well for the night. After the picture of her mother disappeared, she leaned on the well and looked up at the moon.

Mu Rong was outside, Sang Yu was inside, Mu Rong sat all night, and Sang Yu stayed up all night.

When the sky was dark, Sang Yu secretly pushed a corner of the window open, watching Mu Rong sitting by the well, stubbornly guarding the well and refusing to leave, as if lost and waiting for his mother to find his child.

Sang Yu looked sad: the stronger the person, occasionally showing weakness, the more distressed.

At breakfast, Mu Rong bowed deeply to Sang Tong and thanked him; now I am embarrassed to change Sang Tong.

The four did not stop at Jiuhua Mountain, and returned to Guanerzhou without stopping.

On the day the car broke down, Zeng Tianhan and Sang Tong exchanged messages with each other in a seemingly small chat. Zeng Tianhan said: He encountered a difficult incident and needed Sang Tong's help.

Sang Tong originally thought it was Li Hanchu, but Zeng Tianhan told her that it was not. There was another matter that needed Sang Tong's assistance.

"Let me just say, how could the bureau send you to deal with such a big matter? It involves the Yelou River Demon, which is related to the livelihood of the people. It would be too hasty to send you."

Zeng Tianhan smiled: "Li Hanchu's matter is just a coincidence, and you need to take care of the other thing for me."

"It's tricky?"

"That's not the case, it's just that the thing is very smart. It saw my origin and fled to the opposite bank of the Yelou River."

Sang Tong understood: Family immortal is not the river, Zeng Tianhan, as the descendant of the Northeast Shamanism, cannot bring mana to the other side of the river.

Five people took the bus and traveled for forty minutes to reach the city of Xiabian on the opposite bank.

After getting off the bus, Zeng Tianhan went to the window to buy five more tickets, and the group boarded the bus again, and arrived at the station two hours later.

Zeng Tianhan once again took a few people into the small passenger car. It was a very old passenger car, the window could be opened, the ticket could be sold in the car, and it could be parked on the side of the road at any time.

The route of this train is almost all dirt roads, very bumpy, tall buildings are no longer visible outside the window, and the air is full of the smell of livestock manure.

Sang Tong frowned, resisting discomfort, and asked: "Where are you taking us?"

"It's almost here."

"How do you know this thing is here?" Didn't you say that after passing Jiang, you will lose power?

Zeng Tianhan lowered his voice and leaned into Sang Tong's ear to explain, "Before I set off, I asked the old fairy to give me a pinch. The position was pointed out by the old fairy. It's not wrong."

"How far is it?"

"It's almost here!"

It was already afternoon after getting off the minibus. Sang Tong and the others were hungry, but the place where they got off was a dirt road with no signs, no signs, no people in front or behind, let alone restaurants.

It can be described as not going to the village before and not going to the shop.

Zeng Tianhan was full of confidence. He raised his hand to check the time, and the old fairy pinched the route and time for him. The journey will be smooth.

"Zeng Tianhan, where is this? Where are you taking us?"

"Shhh, there are three minutes left. I'll be here soon."

Two minutes later, there was a rush of sudden noise from one end of the dirt road.

Sang Tong turned his head and looked: "You won't let us ride this tractor, will you?"

"Yes, that's it! The old fairy said: This tractor can take us to our destination."

Zeng Tianhan rushed to the middle of the dirt road and waved his arms: "My fellow, stop!"

"You baby, what are you doing in the middle of the road?"

"My fellow, can you take us for a while?"

"It's fine, but I just brought this car into the city. If you don't dislike it, come up."

"No dislike, no dislike!"

"I am Xiaohuacun, where are you going?"

"What a coincidence, we went to Xiaohuacun!"

"What are you doing in our village? Are you leaving relatives? Why haven't I met you?"

Zeng Tianhan has done his homework a long time ago and replied: "We are students of the Art Department of XX University, and my graduation project is on the art of opera. I heard that Xiaohuacun once had a very famous Shaoxing opera team. I wanted to collect some valuable information in the past. ."

When the man heard this, his face was proud, but he quickly turned to worry. Sang Tong caught the man's changes and asked, "Uncle, what's the matter? The Yue opera team moved away?"

The man waved his hand: "Now there are fewer people listening to the opera, and fewer children who really want to learn the opera. There is only one empty shell left in our village team."

"It doesn't matter, as long as there are older seniors, we are willing to take a trip! The stories in the belly of the older generation of artists, if they can be sorted out, will be very precious wealth, just like the Erquan Yingyue back then, if it weren’t for someone special Go to A Bing's house to sort it out, this song may be lost."

The man hesitated to speak, but looking at Zeng Tianhan's eagerness, he swallowed the rest of the words back: "Sure, come up, if you want to live in my house, my wife and I are the only three tiles in the house. Two rooms are empty. Half, my son works in Gwangju. I’m used to staying in big cities, so I don’t want to come back! My daughter is about the same age as you. I am a sophomore at the University of Posts and Telecommunications. Listen to her. After graduation, I want to work in the capital, but I don’t plan to return. Home, hey... I knew that, what new house would I build? It's better to live in the old house. Now that the house is big, it's just our couple, it's very empty."

The man was very enthusiastic and lonely. In his eyes, Murong and his group were about the same age as their sons and daughters, so they naturally opened the conversation.

"But I heard from the west end of the village that something strange happened these days. I live in Dongtou and I can't hear anything, but you just walk around during the day, and at night..."

The tractor started, and the "sudden" sound covered the words behind the man.